She ignored it and brought down the palm of her hand onto his buttocks. Smack, smack, smack, it hurt, but he was as hard as he had ever felt. A warm g...ow seemed to fill his small body and the center of that was the tip his white hot rod. After it was over he sat down beside her on the couch where the beating had been administered. They were both a little flushed.'Pull them up boy' she said. He did.After she had regained her breath and composure she asked him if he had ever smoked before. After. He held them tightly to my waist with one arm, while his other hand slid over my body. His mouth was hot and wet as he laid a trail of kisses down my neck to my shoulder. That busy hand of his teased my nipples, bringing them to hard pebbles before drifting down to slide between my thighs.I moaned and moved my ass against him, writhing against his hard cock. His fingers teased my clit, sliding through my bare slit and bringing the moisture up for me to taste. I sucked his fingers, teasing him. It wasn't anything I was into. It wasn't fun for me, but he sure taught me a lesson. It taught me not to tease men if I didn't mean it. Also, it taught me not to be such a shit towards people. Where did I get off thinking I was so much better than him? He was the same person whether he was a lead singer or not. It doesn't make any difference what people do."We stayed friends," says Veronica in 6/96. "Although it was a horrible experience, I bragged that I'd been with him because he was a minor. ‘Ben!’ Called the Corporal, a short, lean man with a cruel streak a mile wide. ‘Coming Sir!’ Ben called back, collaring Peaches, attaching her lead and leading her, barefoot, naked and bound, down the corridor. She was to spend the next few days naked, on display in the Pirnce’s audience room, as the whip marks faded; he had been a bit enthusiastic in his use, as the troopers agreed as they washed her. She would be back for a while!By the third day, Peaches thought she would lose what was.